There were times when Nat was a kind of a nuisance. Like when he was teasing her for being the youngest player on the team. Well, Q.E.D. Nobody likes being teased. But other times he was kind of like a stupid older brother, and that was today.

"Don't worry Skrump-ette. You'll get it. Pete's right. You're ready for this. You're like twelve, and the best seeker I can name."

Milly aimed a kick at Nat’s shin and missed. “Thirteen,” She growled. “And you know it.”

He smirked, holding his broom over one shoulder. "If that's not enough, you're way smaller than Dunway. Just wait for someone to accidentally hit a bludger at her.

“Oh, I know I’m good enough,” Said Millie, though sometimes she didn’t feel so sure. “But being small isn’t going to matter. Except for maybe staying alive. But I might as well just fly around in circles with both hands sticking out with my eyes shut and hope that one of them runs into the Snitch.” She harrumphed but leaned against Nat anyway. “I’ll tell you what. IF I catch the Snitch, you have to tell your stupid friend Nigel not to be a total wimp. My brother is more of a man than him.” She though a minute and added, “There are first years more grown up.”